Raspberry's Second Life

I had a fantastic sleep last night. I managed to get to sleep at about 10-11pm. I don't know what it was. I didn't go on my laptop last night, but then again I added an extra pillow and covered up my alarm clock... Whatever it was, I woke up feeling great For some reason, instead of skipping forward in time, they skipped backwards last night. A little wierd... But fun too I also experienced pain for the first time, though it was more like the memory than the actual thing, easy enough to handle. The feeling of hopelessness was what woke me up...

Fire Ring Of Satan

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm in my school's music composition room. The walls are lined with computers, with a large space in the middle. I'm sitting on a computer chair, chatting, when my piano teacher comes in. She sees me and breaks into a smile.

"I know it's lunchtime but I thought you wouldn't mind coming for a lesson."

Ummm... This isn't my lesson day, and to be honest, I haven't done any practice. I quickly pull some green business management sheets from my bag. "I'm sorry, I've got so much homework to do! I'm really busy." I gush. She comes closer and inspects the sheets, as if they're fake... Pffft.... She looks grim and disappointed. Well, I'm saving my own ass. And is it just me, or is she [I]tiny[I]?

As she leaves, I sigh in relief and to grin to my friends surrounding me. I tell them I need to go get something and then head out. I take the lift down to F floor using the lift key I "forgot" to give back to the medical. I open up the door to a classroom to find them watching a movie. Inside is dark, but the TV is flashing, with a man smiling on the front. He doesn't move. I ask for Sam and she quickly comes out. We talk a giggle for a minute about useless crap and then she goes back inside. I turn to find my piano teacher standing, arms crossed behind me.

"...I... Needed help with my homework..."

She leaves again, scowling, obviously knowing I lied. Oops... Oh well, lift or stairs? Oh, the possibilities... -_-

I take the stairs this time. I stroll into the compostion room to find large white boxes being stacked in the middle of the room by my friend Max. They're full of crisps. I grab a packet and lounge back on a wheeled chair. There are fresh posters around the room. I start thinking of the composition room as a common room. Hockey team meeting posters telling me where and when, healthy food ones on the other side, blah blah blah... Then I see one announcing that a "Shadow" will be inspecting the common room. Shit.

I quickly gather up food cartons and other shit that was left lying around by my messy buddies. Max catches on and helps me, but we're too late. The Shadow floats in. It's black, shadows cast everywhere. (I realised when I woke up it pretty much looks like a Dementor (or whatever) out of Harry Potter!). It searches the place and then looks at me.

I seem to disconnect from my body, it's as if my soul has left it. I watch myself, unafraid. The Shadow casts a circle of fire around my body. I watch my body scream, I see it trying to protect itself, get throught the hot flames somehow. I watch it burn through my skin and watch the pain spread across my face. I'm hopeless, there's no way my body can survive. Even if it did, it would never be the same. Damaged, forever.

Then I'm back in it, but there is no fire. I've gone back in time by a few minutes. I know exactly what's going to happen... Then it does. Fire, everywhere. Someone, Max? Shouts. Something about a Fire of Satan. Heat and dull, almost non-existent agony washes over me. It's more like a memory of what the pain should be like than the real thing. No one helps me as I burn.

Through His Eyes

Awake Non-Lucid Semi-Lucid

I'm in rollerskates, smooth, fast ones. I glide over pavement, totally at ease, remembering happy races as a kid in the summer sunshine. I'm outside Asda Wal-Mart with Rochelle. I want to buy a new PS3 game. As we near the tall, white and green building, I spot my friend Callum. Perfect! He can help me choose.

I skate up to him and prod him gently in the back. I tell him that he has to help me choose a PS3 game after he gets what he needs. I notice he has two friends with him, the guys smile and the blond one skates off to the gaming aisle. I grin and speed off after him, leaving Callum, his friend, and Rochelle behind at blinding speed. I almost crash into a line of pizza. Instead of games, we find chocolate brownies. Just as good!

He tells me he put them there. They're in size order, from mini ones to huge, leg sized ones. He slowly takes a few mini ones. He tells me because he's from the "other" side of town, he has to take small ones or people will think he's stealing. I grab a medium sized one and head to the self-service machine. Once I've paid, I go to grab my change. A girl takes it first. I glare at her and ask her, as calmly as possible, to give me my money back. She smiles slyly and calls her dad.

Two small, middle-aged business men attack me. What?! Is it too much to ask to peacefully buy some chocolate brownies?! I throw the dark haired one off me and throw the other one out the glass window. I skate out the window, but decide to head to the other side, where he won't look, I think...

[Dream skip - A few minutes] I burst into a house after I hear a scream of agony. Time slows. Skylar (I realise this is who Callum's blond friend is) is hunched over, blood pouring from a wound to his stomach. Two people grip his arms, I recognise them as police officers. But they're not helping him, they're keeping him still. I yell and can't force time to get back to its usual state, I'm stuck in this slow motion.

Things fly backwards so fast, it sparks my lucidity, though I fail to remember I have control. I'm viewing the world from Skylar's eyes, unable to do anything. He's frightened, running as fast as he can down a flight of stairs. When he gets to the bottom, he finds police officers, they grab his arms and pull him into a white, dull room. A door bursts open, the grey-haired business man holding a shot gun shoots him in the stomach. The man leaves. Then, me, rushing in slow motion through the door, dark hair messy around my face, sea-blue eyes wide in shock. He feels calmer at the sight of me, like he stands a chance. I cry out, but he falls to his knees. My image stops and fades to darkness, he is content.